"What, re-choosing?"

"Phoenix King, then you summoned us here today, does it mean that we all have a chance!"

More than 10,000 people of the tribe exploded the pot and asked excitedly.

At this moment, no one cared what would happen to Feng Jiu.

More than ten years ago, when these 10,000 young disciples were still young children, the Phoenix Clan held a conference.

At the meeting, eighteen boys were selected as the blood feed of the fallen king.

Since then, the identities of those eighteen people, like the Holy Son, have undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Alright, don't be noisy!"

"Take out your essence and blood, and present this seat to the fallen king!"

Everyone resisted the excitement in their hearts and handed over the blood vials to the Phoenix King one by one in an orderly manner.

The Phoenix King nodded in satisfaction and turned back under the plane tree.

Luo Yufan has been waiting for a long time, this is Huo Feng's idea, and the goal of her coming here today is to find a blood feed again.

"Falling King, this is the blood of all the elites of my Phoenix clan, please choose from Falling King!"

The Phoenix King waved his hand, and more than 10,000 blood bottles were neatly placed on the stone table.

Luo Yufan's body was stunned, and for a while, he was dazzled......

If you want to check them one by one, I'm afraid it will take three days.

She exhaled a breath, and the powerful soul power, released in an instant, covered the entire area.

The disciples who were watching not far away rubbed their palms, and they were inevitably a little nervous in their hearts.

"I'm from the Jinfeng clan, so the odds should be better!"

"I'm a Gale Clan, and the Falling King should choose me!"

Everyone has their own thoughts.

Luo Yufan frowned and put away his soul power.

The Phoenix King turned to her with an expectant look on his face.

"The Fallen King...... How's it going?"

"Is there anything you like?"

Luo Yufan rolled his eyes and didn't look at the Phoenix King's gaze.

The more than 10,000 bottles in front of him were all presented by the elite disciples of the Phoenix Clan, and they were full of rich vitality.

However, these bloods are no different from Feng Jiu's, and she doesn't like any of them.

The Phoenix King also seemed to see Luo Yufan's helplessness, pondered for a moment, and then said:

"Well, if it doesn't work, I'll call the adults in the clan as well!"

"Oh, by the way, Aunt Lan watched you grow up with your own eyes, why don't you try Aunt Lan?"

Speaking of this, a dagger appeared in the hand of the Phoenix King, and he actually wanted to take blood from Luoyu Fan on the spot.

Luo Yufan's eyelids jumped, and he hurriedly raised his hand to stop the Phoenix King.

"Ahem, Aunt Lan, it doesn't have to be like this!"

"After I think about it, it's still Feng Jiu, it's the most suitable!"

"Today, there are many disturbances!"

A faint smile appeared on Luo Yufan's face, and after a few euphemistic words, he left the breath of the sycamore.

The Phoenix King shook his head and sighed.

"It seems that my Phoenix clan doesn't have this blessing!"

All the things that Luo Yufan showed, she lived for more than nine thousand years, how could she not see it.

Even if Feng Jiu is left, it will be because of the face of the Phoenix clan.

Everyone watched the king leave, their hearts were itching, and they hurriedly surrounded the Phoenix King.

"Blue King, how's it going?"

"Luo Wang, who did she choose in the end?"

Luo Yufan returned to the palace alone, and Elder Luo had been waiting for a long time.

"Grandma!"

Luoyufan nodded!

Elder Luo smiled and said:

"Yufan, how is it, do you have a favorite blood feed?"

When Luo Yufan heard this, he frowned, when did Elder Luo know? It seems that her news is very well-informed.

"Nope!"

She said coldly.

Elder Luo's expression was a little surprised, but there was a hint of "it was really so".

She followed behind Luo Yufan and entered the dormitory.

Just as Elder Luo was about to comfort Luo Yufan, his gaze suddenly swept to the couch in the dormitory.

On the couch, thirty-six bottles of essence blood were neatly placed.

Elder Luo's eyes lit up and he hurriedly walked over.

She picked up one of the bottles, carefully uncorked it, put it under her nose, and sniffed it gently.

"Sure enough, it's ......"

Elder Luo sighed, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

"Thirty-six bottles, no more, no less, exactly three years!"

"It turns out that you are all ready......"

Luo Yufan turned his head and looked in the direction of Elder Luo with a slight question.

At this time, she was holding a bottle of essence blood, her eyelids drooped, her expression was sentimental, and she didn't know what she was thinking!

"Grandma?"

Falling rain Fan asked questions.

"Yufan!"

"This essence blood is left over from your previous blood feeding?"

Luo Yufan nodded, wondering why Elder Luo asked knowingly.

"Yufan, these essences are enough for you to use for three years!"

"If you can't find blood feeding, don't waste your time on it!"

Luo Yufan shook his head lightly, and a sneer came out of his mouth.

She thought so too, since the Phoenix Clan didn't have a blood feed suitable for her, she wasn't going to look for it.

She won't use the couch either, though.

She is the one who wants to pursue the Great Dao, how can there be something that hinders her Great Dao, even if it is a small bottle of essence blood.

In the Shura battlefield, Chen Xin finally passed the sixth level!

The strength of the sixth level of Shura is the second major consummation of the Three Tribulation Realm, and after he was promoted to the third level of the Three Tribulation Realm, his strength has skyrocketed several times, and after a few hours of fierce fighting, he burst the golden Shura with one punch.

Chen Xin sat cross-legged on the ground, letting the blood wash over him.

"Weeping Blood Demon Sutra!" activated again.

A trace of blood flowed up his skin, slowly seeping into his skin meridians.

In order to improve his strength faster, Chen Xin finally chose the Weeping Blood Demon Sutra!

He has the inheritance of the Golden Crow Flame in his body, and he will not be afraid, the Weeping Blood Demon Sutra disturbs his mind.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes, and there was a gleam in them.

Chen Xin stood up, licked his lips, his eyes were a little hot, and he stepped on the seventh floor without hesitation.

In his heart, instead of having the slightest hint of the Weeping Blood Demon Sutra, he had some expectations.

As the number of layers increases, the golden Shura also becomes more and more powerful.

But the more powerful he is, the more excited he is, no matter how powerful he is, in the end, he didn't make a wedding dress for him.

During the time when Chen Xin disappeared.

Zhongzhou College, a heinous event has happened.

In front of the Shura battlefield, in the cemetery in the back mountain, a lot of people gathered at this moment.

Ren Pingsheng, Li Xin'er, Nineteen Elders, and Demon Tian.

Their faces were pale without a trace of blood, and their expressions were sad.

A new tombstone stood next to Rong Fang's tombstone.

Mo Tian didn't move for a long time, he was holding a person in his arms!

"Motian, let her rest in peace!"

Ren Pingsheng sighed sadly.

Motian shook his head, his face calm and unspeakable.